, ____, ( 15/12/01 anada487 , / \ ,_____ (--|_\_,,_, _ _| _ __________ ,-.______ _,---._ __ _/ \ / \+------ _| ) | |(_|(_|(_|_ .net------/ )----.-' `./-/ \ / / ( |__, ( ( ,' `/ /| \ / \ `-" \'\ / | \ / "Trash and Cash Pt. 1" `. , \ \ / | Y-------- ----------/`. ,'-`----Y | / by Unrelated ( ; mEoW!@/| ' i________________________________________________| ,-. ,-'_______/ | / | | | ( * | / |____________________ Anada is cat-friendly! __) |__\ `.___________|/ `--' `--' One night I decided to go to the IHOP instead of Cafe Minnies up in Seattle. The waitress was a bit rude to me because I had been going there for the past week only ordering coffee. I didn't see the problem. I sat outside, I didn't bother anyone, and I always left at least a $2.00 tip. So there I was at IHOP drinking coffee and eavesdropping. There really weren't any conversations worth my time so I sat reading my book instead. The only person I cared to even look at was one of the cute waitresses who was casually flirting with me until about 3:30 when she left. After that I only had an hour to kill before the parks opened up so that I could go get some sleep. About ten minutes after the waitress left a couple of white trash whores ended up walking in and sitting at a booth kitty corner from me. One looked to be in her late 30's early 40's blond small tits, the other looked to be in her early 20's with auburn hair and average sized tits. The older of the two ended up inviting me over to their table. Her name was Mel and her younger friend was named Sarah. Sarah kept rambling on about her trashy boyfriend and Mel kept telling Sarah not to chew on her nails or play with her silverware. Sarah was speeding. I hate meth. When 4:30 rolled around I packed my shit, payed my bill and started towards the door. Out of nowhere as I was saying goodbye, Mel said, "would you like to come camping with us? I have a camper and I like to disappear into the woods every now and then." I told her I'd think about it and left not giving her offer a second thought. [*****] Two days later I'm sitting on one of the two main areas for street kids and yuppies happily spanging away my time when I see this guy and a kid walking towards me with a chow pup. I hit them up for some change and commented on the beautiful puppy. The guy looked down at his kid said, "what do you think, will he do?" The 6-year-old blond kid looked at me, looked at his dad, looked at me again and said, "do you want him?" A sigh of relief escaped the father almost inaudibly as he then went on to tell me that Loki is a one person dog not to be passed around. I assured him with the utmost confidence that I loved dogs and that I'd keep him 'til he died. The guy handed me the rope and told me that Loki was only 4 months old and was of pure breed. I asked him if he had papers when the guy just reached down and opened Loki's mouth to show me a Bubble Yum purple tongue. Then he and the kid walked off leaving me, unrelated, with a new Chow puppy. I loved him. Completely and astonishingly, wholly and partially. I loved him. He made me money. I had Loki with me for only about a half hour and I had already made about twenty bucks. Previously to Loki I was lucky to make about $8 or $9 in a day. As soon as I had $40 in my pockets I walked over to the nearest pet store to buy Loki flea powder, puppy chow and his own dish. I saved up another $15 where I then bought him a brush and a collar saving myself some cash for food and coffee later on that night. Loki seemed to be a bit rambunctious so I thought it might have been a good idea to take him over to Reservoir Park, a.k.a. Junkie Park. There were some kids in town who also had dogs. There, Loki could run around and get rid of some that excess energy puppies always seem to possess. On the way to the park I ended up running into a couple of girls I had met before but had not felt the need to talk to. The two junkies both immediately inquired about my new acquisition. I started to explain whereas one of the girls started to bitch about not having a dog of her own. She went on to tell me that she was a dog trainer or at least her family was. As I expected she looked up at me with one of those girlie princess looks that make my insides burn with bile and then asked if she could have him. I glared at her and told her no with as much spite as humanly possible. Her gaze then turned reproachful a bitter, "if you had a heart, you'd give him to me," she then implored. "If you had a heart you wouldn't ask!" I then continued on my way to the park with a radiant smile knowing that I had possibly just crushed and enraged a stupid girl. It felt great. The street rats at the park also inquired about my new income/friend. I gave them the story and left Loki to run around for about an hour with the other dogs while I dat back and played chess keeping a suspicious eye out for potential dognappers. [*****] One uneventful evening Loki and I were sitting watching the world go by when out of nowhere a young female and a young boy walked up to me accompanied by a guy who looked to be in his late 20's wearing a leather jacket stopped to admire Loki. The girl fell in love with him instantly. My heart melted. The guy in the leather introduced himself as Mark and the two kids as Sara, 12, and Joe, 15. The four of us loitered there chatting for about 10 or so minutes when Mel, the woman from a few days ago, walks up and kisses Mark. It turned out that Mark is her boyfriend and the two youngins are her offspring. The five of us decided to walk down to Street Links to eat. Street Links is a van that shows up every night to feed the young derelicts who happen to be hanging out at the college around 9:00 p.m. PB&J’s, tomato soup, water, an apple, hot chocolate and lemonade are all that make up the meager ala carte that is Street Links. Accompanied by them is a camper that serves as a medical facility and depot for fresh clean socks. Socks, especially new, are worth their weight in gold when you’re living/surviving the streets. After eating and relaxing a bit I brought up the subject of camping to Mel. I inquired as to when she was leaving again. That morning around 6:00 am I found myself in a run down dirty camper that was moving very grudgingly. For the duration of the ride I ended up on the floor next to the girl with 6 kittens running around, a cat, and Loki on my stomach. The boy had the upper part of the camper, Mark sat in front and Mel drove. We were headed to Mt. Baker. I was there because I told the girl she would be able to keep Loki. Sometimes, I think, I feel bad about lying to white trash, but then again sometimes I don’t. /\___/\ ____________________________________________________________ /\___/\ \ -.- / \ -.- / `-.^.-' (c) 2001 Anada e'zine by Unrelated `-.^.-' /"\ ________________________________________________________________ /"\